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Truth or Dare Cloud X Reader
“Shh, he'll be here any minute, go hide or something. I don't want him to know you all are here.” Tifa shooed you and the other girls in to her bathroom. “You can all come out once I have him trapped in here.” She quickly shut the door.
“So, how long you think we'll all be stuck in here before he actually shows up? If he shows up that is.” Yuffie hopped up on the vanity and swung her legs back and forth. “I bet we'll be here a while.” The other girls nodded in agreement, but said nothing in case they were wrong. “Gah, this is taking forever. Why is he always late?”
You knew you had to shut her up before she ruined everything. “Yuffie, you're going to give us away. Be quiet.”
“Oh, right.” She covered her mouth and blushed at her own stupidity. Only a few seconds after you'd gotten her quiet, there was a knock on the door. Rikku squealed in excitement. Paine and Yuna covered her mouth as quickly a
Final Fantasy Seven Minutes in Heaven Sephiroth
You walk up to where Yuffie's standing in the center of the room and place your hand inside the hat she's holding. You were going to try to identify the items, but Yuffie's impatient face made you think twice. Choosing something rather quickly instead, you lifted a thick, black feather from the hat. "A feather? Odd, I didn't know we had any bird lovers playing." You scratched the back of your head, a bit confused.
"Not quite. Perhaps, I might elaborate later." Sephiroth stood from his seat and walked over to you and Yuffie. He was wearing a mischievous grin in his face as he took your hand. "You are ready, aren't you?"
"Oh gee, here he goes. Trying to be all cool and stuff. Just get in the closet already Sephiroth." Yuffie started shoving you both. "And don't even think about trying anything funny while you're in there. I'll whoop you if you do, you know I can." She had shoved you both all the way into the closet. "Now, I'll see you in seven minutes, don't make me come in here
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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